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Opal woke up in a warm, soft bed. That's odd, she thought, I can't remember ever sleeping in a comfortable bed. Where am I? She sat up and looked around. Or, at least, she tried to look around. This simple action was made impossible by the fact that a cloth had been tied tightly around her eyes.
"So," a voice behind her said, "You have awoken at last." The voice dripped with malice, even though Opal could tell that he was speaking kindly. "Mystique, if you please." The cloth was taken away. Opal peered around the room. It was made souly of metal. The speaker was sitting not to far away in a metal chair. It was a man with gray hair, dressed in black. He was fairly elderly. The blue woman was standing beside Opal's bed. A teenage boy was standing near what must have been a door. He was flicking a lighter open and shut. Opal lay back down, putting a hand to her head. Why did she feel like she had been hit on the head with a baseball bat?
"Ah, I see you are beginning to feel the pain," the man was speaking again, "Asprin?" He held a small bottle out to her. Without even thinking, Opal took a single white pill, and downed it with the assistance of the glass of water that Mystique had passed her. "I am Magneto," the man continued, "You have not heard of me? Good. You have already met Mystique." The blue woman draped delicate-looking hand over Magneto's shoulder. "The teen in the corner there is Pyro." Pyro nodded at her. She almost smiled. He was kind of hot. Don't fall for the bad guy, she reminded herself, It always gets you into trouble. "You may be wondering why I had you brought here, yes?" Opal was wondering just that, but she wasn't about to let Him know that. "I brought you here because I need your help. Well, actually the help of your kind. Our kind. Mutants. Yes, I am a mutant as well. Let me ask you some thing, Miss Harper. Do you hate humans?" Opal looked down at her hands. Yes, oh, God, yes, she thought. Her answer showed clearly on her face. "Yes? That's good. You see, I have a proposition for you." Opal looked up at him. "I want you to join my army. I am planning a war against humans. Every day my army grows. Soon we will attack. On the Twentyeighth of February, we will surface, and mutants will no longer have to hide. The law will not matter anymore. In fact, we will turn the tables. Whatever humans we do not kill, we will put in homes like the ones they have for mutants all over the world. Like the one I took you from. See how they like it. We will no longer be oppressed. We will be free. Yes, Opal, we will do it. Beautiful, isn't it? Together, we can fight the humans. Defeat them. Destroy them." Opal licked her lips. She didn't want to kill anyone. "I understand why you are afraid. Don't be. Let me show you something. Follow me." He handed her several sheets of paper stapled together. "This is for you," he said as they walked, "This is all our plans, and the part you play in them. Come with me. I want you to see my army."
Magneto led her down a long, metal corridor. At the end there was a door. He walked through the door, closely followed by Opal. Behind her was Pyro. Opal expected another metal chamber; similar to the one she had awoken in. But through the door was a recreation room of some kind.
"Pyro, you take over from her," Magneto said, and then left quickly. Pyro took her to the far side of the room, where several teens were watching a big-screen T.V.
"Hey, guys!" Pyro called, picking up the remote. He flicked the T.V. off, much to the protest of the teens, but their attention was grabbed by his next words. "Guys, meet Opal. New recruit. Opal, this is Sting, Mouse, Harmony, Bullet, Jesu, Ripper, and Spider." The teens smiled and one, Harmony, extended a hand for Opal to shake.
"Hey, kid," she said, "Come and hang with me and my girls later, k?" Opal could do nothing but nod.
"Where are your girls, Harmony?" The one called Spider asked, "I need to talk to Charlene."
"They should be at the pool room. Come on, Opal, come meet my girls." Opal followed Harmony, and Pyro sank onto the space she had left in the couch and turned the T.V. back on. Opal followed Harmony down another hall. They never did reach the 'pool room', however, because just as Harmony was about to open the door, Opal collapsed. The lights began to flicker, then the bulbs exploded. Harmony began to rise off the floor. A strange wind tore through the hall, and Opal's black zip-hoodie, which she had tied around her waist, caught fire. The flames, however seemed not to bother the girl. But that may have only been because she was already in extreme pain. Only the whites of her eyes showed, and her back arched in an unnatural position. Harmony began to scream. Then, the hall fell silent. Harmony pointed an angry finger at Opal.
"You did that?" She demanded. Fear played on her face, "But, how? That took more than one power. Electricity, wind, flames, defying gravity. How...?" she trailed off. The sound of running feet entered the hall, and in a matter of moments, at least fifty people stood there, crowding Opal's form, lying on the floor beside the smoldering ashes that once were her hoodie. Opal swallowed. She knew what would happen from here. It was always the same. They knew now just what she could do. They would through her out, leave her to fend for herself; to be picked up by some one else, only to be thrown out again. It had happened so many times before. Well, Opal thought, not this time. This time no one would through her out. If they were so determined to do so, they would have to catch her first. She stood, then stirred a power up inside of her. She just picked one at random and hopped for the best. Thrusting out her hand, she wondered more than every one else what would happen. As it turned out, all that were gathered found themselves pinned against the walls. Telekinesis, she thought, handy. But the others were fighting back. Opal couldn't take on all of them. In a matter of seconds, she was forced on her back, struggling fitfully. It was no use. Magneto approached her. He grabbed her arm and yanked her to her feet.
"Remarkable," he whispered, "You are, truly, remarkable."
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Authors Note: Hope you like it so far! Please Review!
P.S.: If you can think of a cool mutant name for Opal, please let me know. I can't think of one!
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Opal woke up in a warm, soft bed. That's odd, she thought, I can't remember ever sleeping in a comfortable bed. Where am I? She sat up and looked around. Or, at least, she tried to look around. This simple action was made impossible by the fact that a cloth had been tied tightly around her eyes.
"So," a voice behind her said, "You have awoken at last." The voice dripped with malice, even though Opal could tell that he was speaking kindly. "Mystique, if you please." The cloth was taken away. Opal peered around the room. It was made souly of metal. The speaker was sitting not to far away in a metal chair. It was a man with gray hair, dressed in black. He was fairly elderly. The blue woman was standing beside Opal's bed. A teenage boy was standing near what must have been a door. He was flicking a lighter open and shut. Opal lay back down, putting a hand to her head. Why did she feel like she had been hit on the head with a baseball bat?
"Ah, I see you are beginning to feel the pain," the man was speaking again, "Asprin?" He held a small bottle out to her. Without even thinking, Opal took a single white pill, and downed it with the assistance of the glass of water that Mystique had passed her. "I am Magneto," the man continued, "You have not heard of me? Good. You have already met Mystique." The blue woman draped delicate-looking hand over Magneto's shoulder. "The teen in the corner there is Pyro." Pyro nodded at her. She almost smiled. He was kind of hot. Don't fall for the bad guy, she reminded herself, It always gets you into trouble. "You may be wondering why I had you brought here, yes?" Opal was wondering just that, but she wasn't about to let Him know that. "I brought you here because I need your help. Well, actually the help of your kind. Our kind. Mutants. Yes, I am a mutant as well. Let me ask you some thing, Miss Harper. Do you hate humans?" Opal looked down at her hands. Yes, oh, God, yes, she thought. Her answer showed clearly on her face. "Yes? That's good. You see, I have a proposition for you." Opal looked up at him. "I want you to join my army. I am planning a war against humans. Every day my army grows. Soon we will attack. On the Twentyeighth of February, we will surface, and mutants will no longer have to hide. The law will not matter anymore. In fact, we will turn the tables. Whatever humans we do not kill, we will put in homes like the ones they have for mutants all over the world. Like the one I took you from. See how they like it. We will no longer be oppressed. We will be free. Yes, Opal, we will do it. Beautiful, isn't it? Together, we can fight the humans. Defeat them. Destroy them." Opal licked her lips. She didn't want to kill anyone. "I understand why you are afraid. Don't be. Let me show you something. Follow me." He handed her several sheets of paper stapled together. "This is for you," he said as they walked, "This is all our plans, and the part you play in them. Come with me. I want you to see my army."
Magneto led her down a long, metal corridor. At the end there was a door. He walked through the door, closely followed by Opal. Behind her was Pyro. Opal expected another metal chamber; similar to the one she had awoken in. But through the door was a recreation room of some kind.
"Pyro, you take over from her," Magneto said, and then left quickly. Pyro took her to the far side of the room, where several teens were watching a big-screen T.V.
"Hey, guys!" Pyro called, picking up the remote. He flicked the T.V. off, much to the protest of the teens, but their attention was grabbed by his next words. "Guys, meet Opal. New recruit. Opal, this is Sting, Mouse, Harmony, Bullet, Jesu, Ripper, and Spider." The teens smiled and one, Harmony, extended a hand for Opal to shake.
"Hey, kid," she said, "Come and hang with me and my girls later, k?" Opal could do nothing but nod.
"Where are your girls, Harmony?" The one called Spider asked, "I need to talk to Charlene."
"They should be at the pool room. Come on, Opal, come meet my girls." Opal followed Harmony, and Pyro sank onto the space she had left in the couch and turned the T.V. back on. Opal followed Harmony down another hall. They never did reach the 'pool room', however, because just as Harmony was about to open the door, Opal collapsed. The lights began to flicker, then the bulbs exploded. Harmony began to rise off the floor. A strange wind tore through the hall, and Opal's black zip-hoodie, which she had tied around her waist, caught fire. The flames, however seemed not to bother the girl. But that may have only been because she was already in extreme pain. Only the whites of her eyes showed, and her back arched in an unnatural position. Harmony began to scream. Then, the hall fell silent. Harmony pointed an angry finger at Opal.
"You did that?" She demanded. Fear played on her face, "But, how? That took more than one power. Electricity, wind, flames, defying gravity. How...?" she trailed off. The sound of running feet entered the hall, and in a matter of moments, at least fifty people stood there, crowding Opal's form, lying on the floor beside the smoldering ashes that once were her hoodie. Opal swallowed. She knew what would happen from here. It was always the same. They knew now just what she could do. They would through her out, leave her to fend for herself; to be picked up by some one else, only to be thrown out again. It had happened so many times before. Well, Opal thought, not this time. This time no one would through her out. If they were so determined to do so, they would have to catch her first. She stood, then stirred a power up inside of her. She just picked one at random and hopped for the best. Thrusting out her hand, she wondered more than every one else what would happen. As it turned out, all that were gathered found themselves pinned against the walls. Telekinesis, she thought, handy. But the others were fighting back. Opal couldn't take on all of them. In a matter of seconds, she was forced on her back, struggling fitfully. It was no use. Magneto approached her. He grabbed her arm and yanked her to her feet.
"Remarkable," he whispered, "You are, truly, remarkable."
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Authors Note: Hope you like it so far! Please Review!
P.S.: If you can think of a cool mutant name for Opal, please let me know. I can't think of one!